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Cash

I saw Walk the Line, James Mangold's languidly powerful
telling of the tale of Johnny Cash. It's less of a rote
biopic than expected; Cash and June Carter's long courtship gives the
movie a solid narrative arc, tiding us over the usual drunken-dad,
escape-from-home, unhappy-wife, and bottoming-out elements.
Joaquin Phoenix's lead performance is the best movie portrait of a
musician since, well, Jamie Foxx's turn as Ray Charles
last year. How the erstwhile Leaf got his voice so close
to Cash's in timbre and heft is hard to know; it's kind of devilish. There's a good
moment early on when Cash, stationed with the Army in Germany, is writing "Folsom Prison Blues." He starts out pitching his voice high,
presumably in imitation of crooners on the radio. His voice
flickers toward the lower register for a second, but he suppresses the
impulse. He keeps working on the song, and, eventually, lets his voice
slide all the way down the octave, into the black canyon of Cashitude (I
think it happens on "hang my head and cry"). This gave me chills, as
abrupt changes of register in music often do. Compare the moment in Schubert's
B-flat Sonata when the main theme floats up an octave, into a
luminous upper region that's just as heartbreaking in the end — it's blue sky out the prison window. Anyhow, the movie's great.